Strict Susan
03-11-2010, 6:18 AM
An extract from a short novel, "Only Her Plaything" (http://1eroticaebooks.com/only-her-plaything/prod_906.html?a_aid=4b4dd3b227da5&data1=80).
She pulled his head down between her outstretched legs until his face pressed against the tight leather below her waist. "How's that?" she asked. "Does it feel nice?"
He would have answered, but the leather pressed over his mouth and her hands were around the back of his head holding him tightly against her. She took his silence to be agreement, and decided that it would be more comfortable if she put her legs over his shoulders.
With her leather-clad thighs gripping the sides of his head and her hands pulling him tightly against her, she seemed to have no idea that she was making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. She flexed her muscles as she squeezed him to her, quite surprised at how pleasant the sensation was even through the leather of her trousers. When she felt him move, struggling to find some air, it only occurred to her that perhaps he was trying to excite her, and the movements of his mouth seemed to confirm the suspicion.
She held him more tightly still, crossing her ankles behind his head to give herself more leverage to keep him exactly where she wanted him, and unable to resist the impulse to make small thrusting movements with her hips. Her hands clasped and pulled, her fingers entwined in the hair on the back of his head. Her hips began to move faster and with more force, and now there were the beginnings of that fluttering deep inside her she knew so well yet rarely experienced.
His body was straining and pulling convulsively when finally she let him go. She was flushed and breathing heavily, so close to shuddering ecstasy but now knowing she would never quite find it in that position in that way and through those trousers.
He too was flushed red and dizzy, unable to do more than gasp weakly and to lie, exhausted, in front of her.
"You nearly killed me." His voice was no more than a whisper.
"Did I? Sorry. What's the matter?"
"I couldn't breathe," he gasped.
"Oh." It was news to her. "Sorry. I didn't think."
As she said it, she felt a sudden thrill go through her. It was unexpected, and unlooked for, and it took her closer to a climax than all the pressing and pushing against her had done. She gazed at the gasping man with his head between her now outstretched legs, and wondered if he had noticed. She wished she had known what it was doing to him when she held and squeezed him. That knowledge might have been, she now knew, all she needed.
"Lie on your back," she told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Just do it."
He turned over awkwardly, lying uncomfortably with his hands cuffed underneath him behind his back.
She considered what she wanted to do next. It was too late to try and recapture those moments of near ecstasy, not without approaching it from a completely different direction that would almost certainly involve removing the leather clothes that were undoubtedly making him aroused. She too found them exciting. They gave her an odd feeling of power, of strength, of control, and their tightness, the way they moulded to the shape of her body, added to that power. The feelings they created were, however, at the expense of a definite loss of physical sensation. They were a barrier between her and the outside world, and in particular a barrier between her body and his. She could not have it both ways.
It was all about power, she decided. It was the excitement of controlling a man that had started all of this, and that was, for the moment at least, her primary objective. Above all, she needed to make sure he would return for more. There was so much she wanted to do, and so many areas she wanted to explore to see whether she wanted to do them or not.
She pushed herself up and forward onto her knees, balancing herself with her hands on his chest, right over his upturned face and looking down his body to that rigid manhood pointing straight at her. It surprised her somewhat that even now, even after she had nearly suffocated him and left him gasping for breath, still he maintained that remarkable stiffness and was undoubtedly becoming more and more frustrated as the evening went on.
She glanced at the clock in the corner of the room. There was not too much time. All too soon she would have to send him away, and all too soon Brian would return tired and hungry. She wondered whether she could leap on him as she had done when he returned just after midnight on the previous night. He would never allow her to control him, but without any doubt the physical pleasures he gave her were very special, and not something she had ever received from any other man.
She sat back, feeling her excitement rise once again when Matt complained as her leather covered buttocks descended onto his face. She was careful not to smother him this time, although the knowledge that she could by shifting her position just a fraction sent a tingling thrill through her. She reached forward, and took his rigid manhood in her hands.
It took less than a minute, and she did not stop. Her fingers forced a climactic explosion from him without the slightest difficulty, and kept rubbing and pressing until she felt the hardness start to wilt. And then, with a delicious feeling of being totally wicked, she could not resist the temptation to move her position a little and block his breathing completely, and at the same time she grasped his testicles and squeezed hard.
She had no problem in finding the keys to the handcuffs just before she helped him dress rapidly, and she bundled him out of the front door only a few minutes before Brian was due to return.
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She pulled his head down between her outstretched legs until his face pressed against the tight leather below her waist. "How's that?" she asked. "Does it feel nice?"
He would have answered, but the leather pressed over his mouth and her hands were around the back of his head holding him tightly against her. She took his silence to be agreement, and decided that it would be more comfortable if she put her legs over his shoulders.
With her leather-clad thighs gripping the sides of his head and her hands pulling him tightly against her, she seemed to have no idea that she was making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. She flexed her muscles as she squeezed him to her, quite surprised at how pleasant the sensation was even through the leather of her trousers. When she felt him move, struggling to find some air, it only occurred to her that perhaps he was trying to excite her, and the movements of his mouth seemed to confirm the suspicion.
She held him more tightly still, crossing her ankles behind his head to give herself more leverage to keep him exactly where she wanted him, and unable to resist the impulse to make small thrusting movements with her hips. Her hands clasped and pulled, her fingers entwined in the hair on the back of his head. Her hips began to move faster and with more force, and now there were the beginnings of that fluttering deep inside her she knew so well yet rarely experienced.
His body was straining and pulling convulsively when finally she let him go. She was flushed and breathing heavily, so close to shuddering ecstasy but now knowing she would never quite find it in that position in that way and through those trousers.
He too was flushed red and dizzy, unable to do more than gasp weakly and to lie, exhausted, in front of her.
"You nearly killed me." His voice was no more than a whisper.
"Did I? Sorry. What's the matter?"
"I couldn't breathe," he gasped.
"Oh." It was news to her. "Sorry. I didn't think."
As she said it, she felt a sudden thrill go through her. It was unexpected, and unlooked for, and it took her closer to a climax than all the pressing and pushing against her had done. She gazed at the gasping man with his head between her now outstretched legs, and wondered if he had noticed. She wished she had known what it was doing to him when she held and squeezed him. That knowledge might have been, she now knew, all she needed.
"Lie on your back," she told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Just do it."
He turned over awkwardly, lying uncomfortably with his hands cuffed underneath him behind his back.
She considered what she wanted to do next. It was too late to try and recapture those moments of near ecstasy, not without approaching it from a completely different direction that would almost certainly involve removing the leather clothes that were undoubtedly making him aroused. She too found them exciting. They gave her an odd feeling of power, of strength, of control, and their tightness, the way they moulded to the shape of her body, added to that power. The feelings they created were, however, at the expense of a definite loss of physical sensation. They were a barrier between her and the outside world, and in particular a barrier between her body and his. She could not have it both ways.
It was all about power, she decided. It was the excitement of controlling a man that had started all of this, and that was, for the moment at least, her primary objective. Above all, she needed to make sure he would return for more. There was so much she wanted to do, and so many areas she wanted to explore to see whether she wanted to do them or not.
She pushed herself up and forward onto her knees, balancing herself with her hands on his chest, right over his upturned face and looking down his body to that rigid manhood pointing straight at her. It surprised her somewhat that even now, even after she had nearly suffocated him and left him gasping for breath, still he maintained that remarkable stiffness and was undoubtedly becoming more and more frustrated as the evening went on.
She glanced at the clock in the corner of the room. There was not too much time. All too soon she would have to send him away, and all too soon Brian would return tired and hungry. She wondered whether she could leap on him as she had done when he returned just after midnight on the previous night. He would never allow her to control him, but without any doubt the physical pleasures he gave her were very special, and not something she had ever received from any other man.
She sat back, feeling her excitement rise once again when Matt complained as her leather covered buttocks descended onto his face. She was careful not to smother him this time, although the knowledge that she could by shifting her position just a fraction sent a tingling thrill through her. She reached forward, and took his rigid manhood in her hands.
It took less than a minute, and she did not stop. Her fingers forced a climactic explosion from him without the slightest difficulty, and kept rubbing and pressing until she felt the hardness start to wilt. And then, with a delicious feeling of being totally wicked, she could not resist the temptation to move her position a little and block his breathing completely, and at the same time she grasped his testicles and squeezed hard.
She had no problem in finding the keys to the handcuffs just before she helped him dress rapidly, and she bundled him out of the front door only a few minutes before Brian was due to return.
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